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Awaken to this bland place. Cold, tasteless, but fair. Listen to the shivering moans, Sick, weary, but there. Alone on walking are we, no shadow to fall behind. Fast pacing breaths of users, a nightmare on rewind. Water turns to acid. Acid turns to rust. Disintegrate into the ground, be nothing more than dust. Black days await us, a point of whats to come. Sun goes down, demons come out, with a taunting hum. Alone in this world, no God to save you now. Bloody wars, broken hearts, no reson to say how. How we turned to sin, and chose to stay that way. And how we must now suffer, killing day to day. So understand my dear

Gone with the wind Have you ever felt like nothing, an invisible dot on paper. Whos hands are so thin, eyes like vapor. Yelling, screaming, but not making a sound. Running on the earth, but not weighin' a pound. Weightless. Standing up straight, with no gravity to hold. Longing to die, but never getting old. Trying to reach out, making a wordless cry. As others shrug it off, thinking its just the wind. Flying by.

Sister Quiet as can be, Far from a saint. Lost in her words, speaks through her paint. Hair layered out, freshly cut as a lawn. soo complicated, deep as the lines shes drawn. Been through hell, emotions taking a toll. Seen those blood-shot eyes, as dark as her charcoal. Getting better with time, slowly rising those grades. Personality shining, ranging in different shades. Words held back, with a slight pause. Notice she speaks, through the pictures she draws. A never-ending canvas, is what my eyes see. My personal angel, my little sister, De.